If Mother Armenia could speak
If Mother Armenia could speak, today I would hear her say What have you done To my children A hundred years ago? A hundred and now one more I can hear their voices screaming. These years have gone, but their pain has not It won’t go until you have spoken. Be brave, sister We have stood side by side so long Be brave and admit your wrong. We feed our children the same grains We give them mountains and pastures green Sister, what have you done And why won’t you speak of it? We used to be all just one And so it could be again But not until we have heard These voices that still remain. Can you hear them? In the wind that reaches you East Can you hear their unholy graves Tombstones without a name? What you have suffered, my children A century cannot erase... Speak, O Sister, I beg! Speak so that they can rest!